Where I come from

Adrogué is the place where I come from,
Disguised as trees.
Recycling the new air of the place
With the smell of the flowers of the spring,
Rolling on the squares, with the noise of the trains,
Very narrow streets, where only enters a car.
It is a sin to cut down trees,
It's a sin to destroy he houses,
It's a sin to stop loving this place.